The heat had seared into his flesh and each breath was a lance of pain as his burnt skin was stretched. He stared up at her as she wheezed and coughed. He allowed her to help him get to his feet, but his knees threatened to buckle. It was now that he realized the fire had eaten into his legs, though the pain and damage wasn't near as great as it was on his chest. The smoke was surrounding them defiling any good left in the air. Brynjar was leaning heavily on Evangelina at this point. The burning was stopping even though the fire had been removed. He could see darkness encroach the corners of his vision. He gritted his teeth. He couldn't pass out now.
A man emerged from the smoke and it was very nearly the last person Brynjar would have wanted to see. Brother Beorn stood before them briefly before moving to Brynjar's other side and helping to hoist his weighty bulk up. Brynjar could do nothing but lean and allow the two lowly servants support him as they dragged him away from the flames. They made it to the edge of the courtyard where the air was fresher. Brynjar grunted for them to stop.
By now the flames were falling under control as the bucket line methodically put the fires out. He glimpsed towards the women battling the dying embers and noticed Elska slamming her own carpet against the red demon. Her shoulders were shaking and her face was covered in soot.
Brynjar could feel his strength failing. His fear of the fire spreading was calmed as the lingering flames were doused. "Get me," he wheezed and coughed and then groaned from the pain. "...chambers..." he managed to mutter out. He wasn't sure how far he could walk before he would collapse from the pain and shock that was pulsing through his body.